Diving Into See(a)

Hold your breath

Till you are blue

That is when I know

Who is true

It was a soft supple thing. It moved through my fingers, washed away the blisters that had come from its burning flame. There was only I to blame. There was no point in dwelling, Nothing more than a drape across the table, as if that might hide what it is. Or was it there simply to keep the objects atop it falling through its undefinable circumference. Always close, but never quiet there. Always some new it, thinking you had it. What was it? You could not even tell. Words, words, words. Poured out like so much filth that you were trying to get rid of. Throwing out thoughts instead of thinking them. Talking to your self brought about insanity. And a craving, a rumbling from the depths of your belly. It was hard. Sometimes drinking softened it up. Till vision was blurry, letting you make out all the dots on the line. Connecting them, by its end you found your self in the same place. It never moved, but was so far away. When you cried it seemed to go away. Disappear, eaten by your fears. Drowned in the water that poured out from between your fingers. Slow rise as it made its way to her ankles. Had to wade through it, with combat boots on. A little voice in your head pushing you forward. That was the only thing you could do. Direction was relative, movement was pointless.

Going forward was all there was, is and to be. Voices dancing around in your head. A few figures to create a montage, still photo cosmos, mimicking what seemed your ever mistake.

Aons, eons, forever all the same at the moment you came to contemplate them. Running out of film, try to squeeze in a few more scenes. Tired, but fearing the rest which came upon curtains fall.